Page 64 of Touched By Sin
His dark eyes peer into mine but give nothing away. “You tripped over in your dream and woke up with a bleeding knee?”
“Like that time in class when I scratched my arms on the branches.”
“Fuck…” He steps away, dragging a hand down his face.
“What does it mean?”
“I don’t know,” he admits, looking back at me, “but I bet it ain’t good.”
I’m glad I told him the truth, relieved even, but I don’t like the concerned look in his eyes. Daemon likes to feel in control, and right now, he’s not.
“From now on, you’re not to sleep alone.”
My eyes widen and I push off the counter. “You want me to sleep in your bed?”
Daemon does a double take, his eyes widening, too. “I didn’t mean it like that.” It’s cute how he’s rubbing his neck. I try not to smile. “You’ll alternate beds.”
I cock my head to the side, then let my smile run free over my lips as they spread wide. “Or we could buy a big bed and share.”
This time he snorts. “Not fucking happening. Alaric starfishes in his sleep, and the last time I shared a bed with them, I woke up with Ronan’s feet in my face and his fucking wing on my cock. Never again.”
“You slept naked together?”
The look he gives me is anything but impressed. “Don’t get ideas. We’d shared a girl.”
I ignore the last part and the twinge of jealousy inside me. “So, there was no sword crossing involved?”
“I was hard, and now I’m not. Thanks, Angel. I can go back to sleep.” He walks out, expecting me to follow, which I do gladly now that he has sparked my curiosity. The candles on the wall light up with flames as we pass. It’s part of the boys’ magic. I still need to inquire about it. How do they make it happen?
“I think it could be hot.”
We ascend the steps, and Daemon takes them three at a time as if he wants to escape my line of questioning. The wrought iron banister is cold beneath my palm, and so are the stone steps. I barely notice, keeping my eyes on his broad back.
“You want to watch me with Ronan and Alaric?”
“It could be hot,” I admit when we reach the top.
The worn artisan carpet stretches out in front of us. It’s soft beneath my feet, staving off the cold.
“I think I would enjoy watching you pleasure Ronan or Alaric.”
Opening the door to his bedroom, he watches me walk in. “For your information, they would givemea blowjob, not the other fucking way around. I only lick girls.”
I was sliding my hand over the black silk sheet on his bed, but at his admission, I whirl around. “Girls?”
Notice thesin ‘girls.’
Plural.
Daemon pulls his T-shirt over his head, which is a feat with his large wings behind him, and tosses it to the floor. Then he starts on his belt buckle while looking at me from beneath his tousled, dark locks that fall over his eyes. “Yeah, girls.”
“Huh?” I say, taking slow steps forward. “That’s interesting.”
He’s clueless, lowering his zipper.
Typical man.
“And I only suck dicks.”
